Pudding, The Cream Cheese Filler

So, I got into work this morn­ing only to find out that there was one bagel left in the kitchen. Being glad that there is some­thing to eat oth­er than the numer­ous amount of snacks in the cup­boards, I found out that there was no more cream cheese. This, after the fact that my mighty bagel just toast­ed to per­fec­tion.

What does it feel like? Well, you can com­pare it to a lot of things. Like, going to drop kids off only to find out that there is no more TP.

Mean­while, the McGuyver in me found some pud­ding in my cab­i­net. I was going to use them for snack­ing with Hon­ey-Wheat fla­vored pret­zels. It’s kind of like YanYans but cheap­er and more nutri­ents. Back to the pud­ding. I then slapped on a small tea­spoon of it on the bagel just to try it out—tasted like Nutel­la but soft­er!

So now you know. Word to the wise though, the pud­ding should have a base fla­vor of Choco­late. At least from my first-time expe­ri­ence today. I hope that this info comes in handy for you one day. Oth­er than that, make sure to let your friend­ly-neigh­bor­hood office man­ag­er know that there is a low sup­ply of cream cheese in the fridge.

my weekend started sunday night

i went back home-home to la la land around 11pm… boy oh boy—no traf­fic. what a sur­prise that was. for the past times i’ve gone home dur­ing that time peri­od, think­ing that there won’t be any traf­fic at all, i was met by the freakin’ road con­struc­tion team; caus­ing a detour to two or three oth­er freeways—DAMN CALTRANS! DAMN CIVIL ENGINEERS! DAMN… (belle… haha jp). but yah, i got home in thir­ty min­utes.

some­times, get­ting to a des­ti­na­tion too ear­ly isn’t all that. for instance, i got home ear­ly and had noth­ing to do: i was­n’t sleepy or any­thing; there was no cable tv (we have TFC 24/7 because of my grand­ma); and i’ve seen all the dvds that is to see at home. baaah, so i just ate a mid­night snack and tried to get a food coma—which worked.

i was knocked out for almost half the day, and that was just from the food coma…wowsers. i hate when that hap­pens, not the excuse of “miss­ing half the day,” but miss­ing break­fast and brunch haha. it’s always great to be at home, espe­cial­ly when my grand­ma cooks—daaaaaamn, like woah for my tum­my.

well any­ways, the ducks lost 3–0 to the dev­ils. and as john­john said, joes was pro­l­ly say­ing “f0k the ducks.” it was­n’t even a close game, jer­sey dom­i­nat­ed shots on goals most of the time. but yah, it always bog­gles me why hock­ey play­ers wear shorts on the ice?! any­one else, …just a “thing that makes you go hmm­m­mm?”

mean­while, hap­py bday to my sigep bros, rick L. and minh p., and a big con­grat­u­la­tions to the class of 2003. par­ty on doooooods! =p

from my mind to yours, break­fast is the most impor­tant meal of the day…so eat your wheaties!

the breakfast of champions!

decid­ing to wake up real­ly ear­ly today… (well, due to the fact that my inter­nal time clock has been messed up due to con­sump­tions of codeine the past days) … i went hunt­ing at the fridge for some break­fast. i guess the anx­i­ety that i felt before i got up at 7am this morn­ing was due, as well, to the fact that i was real­ly hun­gry. geez…my stom­ach was growl­ing and howl­in’. i thought i had to do some oper­a­tion dum­bo drop, but it was just a false alarm—i was just hun­gry.

so i decid­ed to final­ly get up of my bed; put my right foot on my desk as a step; and my left foot on my chair. why? you might ask… because i’m using tony’s old bunk-bed, and that thing has been around the block. so i final­ly got done with­out caus­ing any pain or injury to myself; cause last time, i pulled my groin. the very first time i had it set­up (only the top-bunk), i decid­ed to just jump down since it ain’t that freakin’ high. but boy was i wrong…i could­n’t walk for hours.

so i opened up the fridge, looked left and right try­ing to see what i can do for some quick fix­in’ ideas…low and behold, there it was… a ralph’s car­ton of eggs… Large AA baby! i took three of them bad­boys out; heat­ed the oiled-pan; and slack­ack­ack, just scram­bled them “tri-eggs” w/ a dash of salt & pep­per (…here to rap…).

mmm mmm good! the rice was done; and the tri-eggs looked hel­la nice. i got my 12fl-oz bot­tle of pow­er­ade on one hand (need­ed the elec­trolytes to flush this cold out of my sys­tem), and the tri-eggs-rice on the oth­er. only thing miss­ing was the “cher­ry-on-top-of-my-sun­dae”… ketchup!

yup, ketchup. it’s like that extra dash of pow­der that emer­il puts on his dish­es while he says, “baaaaaaaaaaaaaam! pick it up a notch!”—or some­thing like that. ketchup to me is essen­tial when i eat my tri-eggs-rice bowl, i need it for fla­vor­ing. but lucky me, there was no freakin’ ketchup!!!

i searched around, far and wide, back and forth…combing through the var­i­ous left­overs we have in our fridge…trying to see if there are any pack­ets from mick­ey-d’s or anything…anything! there was noth­ing. only thing that might have pro­vid­ed almost the same taste was the tobas­co mild sauce (the green one…yuk), a teriya­ki sauce, and an a1 spicy bbq sauce.

see­ing that i still have a lil bit of the snif­fles, i went for the spicy stuff. get my nose run­ning to clear it up, ya know… so i tried to at least do some pre­sen­ta­tion skills on my tri-eggs-rice bowl, know­ing that it’s all about the “pre­sen­ta­tion” of food (…damn food-tv). a lit­tle here, a lit­tle there…and some more here. i was like picas­so, but with food… and here’s the mas­ter­piece, “the tri-eggs-rice bowl a la pow­er­ade” …

i chowed down on that bad­boy pret­ty quick…less than 10 min­utes flat. it was “okay” for a make-shift ketchup. how­ev­er, five min­utes lat­er…. it was back out of my sys­tem… like a bul­let-train! haha it was pro­l­ly the a1 sauce =) …that’s why i real­ly appre­ci­ate the philip­pines’ con­tri­bu­tion to the world, jufran (or mafran, pafran, lafran, etc etc…)

so the moral of the sto­ry is this, what­ev­er life throws at you…there’s always an option. you can always go with it, and do some­thing with your life; or not, and be hun­gry and starve from the rich­ness of life’s nutri­ents and elec­trolytes. and when the going gets tough, and you’re get­ting the shit kicked out of you in your stomach—just do it like a cham­pi­on… release your ten­sion!!! haha

from my mind to yours, always have ketchup handy… it’s like woah!

the true-untold vegas story: part deux

… (con­tin­ued from the true-untold vegas sto­ry)…

Sun­day, 3/9 midnight.ish
…when hiphop played…the room broke out all into the dance floor. like bees and the scent of hon­ey; or… like 161 hearth­stone drool­ing over the site of shaki­ra on mtv—shaking that ass like glass, all smooth and movin like a field of grass…woooord up!

but back to the sto­ry… so every­one start­ed head­ing on to the dance floor and got jig­gy with it. then, being a group with 2:1 guy to girl ratio… jovan, j.Flo, and puvic went to gala­vant. what they saw…were a cou­ple of girls…w/ their mom haha.

it was just funny…freakin’ puvic (or was it jeff, err…was it both haha) try­ing to get shib­by with the mom lol. its one of those things that you just try to think and say qui­et­ly to your­self, but end up say­ing some­thing like…“WTF?!” too loud. anoth­er thing to com­pare the moment to, is when you see a hot girl that you have to do that double-take…and say…“DAAAAAAMN!” but this isn’t exact­ly that, its the direct oppo­site x10. you just straight say, “EWWWWW!” haha.

it’s all good though, good times. the fun­ni­est pic that i think rep­re­sent­ed the whole night of fun is the one, i would call, “ooglie mooglie per puvic.” i guess it was one of those sit­u­a­tions when the light was dim, and con­sump­tion of alco­hol was too high—well, very very high for puvic in this instance =).

ooglie mooglie per puvic

…but it’s all good, i ain’t try­ing to hate—cause that brotha has a lot of balls that i know most peo­ple wished they had. remem­ber that say­ing, “don’t hate the playa, hate the game”…well for puvic it’s about the same, it’s “don’t hate puvic, hate the game”—he is in his own class.

Sun­day, 3/9 4am.ish
so the club dies down, and we get out of there around 4am-ish. we decid­ed to get some ear­ly morn­ing grub from the orleans casi­no. why eat at four in the morn­ing? you ask… because it’s vegas, and food is hel­la cheap; and when i say “cheap”—cheap like $1.99 for t‑bone steak and egg meal.

it’s one of their grave­yard break­fast spe­cial­ty i guess. but order­ing the steak and eggs was too much for me to grub down since i want­ed to knock out after we get back. so i picked the two eggs, two sausages, and hash­brown meal for $0.99. i swear, i was expect­ing crap­py food for that price…but to my sur­prise, it was pret­ty fill­in’ and good. this is prob­a­bly our new hang­out spot after club­bing in vegas.

Sun­day, 3/9 6.30am.ish
mean­while, get­ting back from eat­ing breakfast…we saw the sun come up around 6:30am as we were park­ing back at aladdin. we just knocked out after that. wak­ing up around 10am because of check­out, we start­ed view­ing the pics that every­one took and stuff while we wait­ed for every­one to get ready. glanc­ing at the room, we noticed that ceci­ly, jon, joe­ma­ma, and jevon are not back yet from chee­tah’s?! lat­er on we found out that they have crashed at chris and jay’s room at impe­r­i­al palace; and that they did­n’t fin­ish their gala­vant­i­ng till 9am haha—sooooorry big bucks.

Sun­day, 3/9 noon.ish
being hun­gry and all, we all (twen­ty or so of us) left to meet up at main st. casi­no one of their hawai­ian restau­rants; which served one of the best teriya­ki chick­en bowls in LV. mmm mmm good! i would have to say it was bet­ter than L&L or the loft; the por­tions were much big­ger but for the same price. so after our lunch, we all parted—some left around 1pm, anoth­er left at 1:30pm, and most of us at 2pm.

Sun­day, 3/9 2.30pm.ish
i drove jevon’s car back to OC since that foo was real­ly real­ly tired and pret­ty much, just looked and felt like crap—i guess it was just too much t&a up on his face haha =p. it was jevon, joe­ma­ma, mike d. and i in ultra-nice accord =). we got a call from mike a. around 2:30pm about three big acci­dents near bak­er, one of the major ones that cause the oth­er was the one involv­ing two tour bus­es. it involved more than a hun­dred being seri­ous­ly injured. it pret­ty much halt­ed the inter­state-15 south for 20 miles, and for a peri­od of about five-sev­en hours. i would have to say, expe­ri­enc­ing that acci­dent first-hand…any traf­fic (whether it be bay area/LA) is noth­ing com­pared to it. also, that was the longest vegas dri­ve home i’ve eeeeev­er been in. the bot­tom line how­ev­er, there was no fatality—which is real­ly real­ly good con­cern­ing that it was two big, tour bus­es. here’s some pics around 5pm-ish…this is ten miles away from bak­er where the acci­dent was some­what locat­ed…

for three or so hours, we were on a com­plete halt. every­one just got out of their vehi­cles and con­versed with the cars next to them. but for us, we were on a mis­sion. a mis­sion that was orches­trat­ed by jevon/joemama; to find hot girls in biki­nis haha. so we were pret­ty much bored, i guess the high­light of the three hours we were in the mid­dle of no where…was our trek to find a spot to pee at. just imag­ine, all those peo­ple out in the desert try­ing to claim their ter­ri­to­ry. good times.

Sun­day, 3/9 9.30pm.ish
after clear­ing the traffic/accident site around 9:30pm-ish…we stopped over at burg­er king at east main st. in barstow; and jevon drove the rest of the way back. i don’t want to ruin his adven­ture, so just read it for your­self at his blog entry “15 min­utes of sleep”.

all-in-all my friends, it does­n’t mat­ter where you go in life as long as you have peo­ple you have fun with, and care for along for the ride. it does­n’t mat­ter if it’s like a roller coast­er ride, because you’re not the only one rid­ing it; nor the only one expe­ri­enc­ing the thrills of the loops, and sharp turns the it gives us. ahhh life…it’s so full of sur­pris­es, one thing we can do to get through it is laugh along with our fam­i­ly and friends…and get lap dances till 9am at club chee­tah’s!!!

from my mind to yours, fly to vegas!